Niu Ganghuo sneered. "Don't try to fool me. Everyone knows you and White Wolf are joined at the hip. You think you can play the 'feign weakness to lure the enemy in' game with me?"
Xu Yi said, "There's no such thing as people being joined at the hip forever. They come together for profit and part ways when the profit runs dry. White Wolf appreciated me because he needed someone to lend him a hand. I sided with White Wolf because he protected me. Now you, Lord Niu, are going to fight White Wolf to the death, and I'm caught in the crossfire. I really can't take it anymore. I don't want to be stuck between you two, and I want out. Is that really too much to ask? If you insist on pushing me too far, then we can just part ways. Xu will leave right now. I can leave the Golden Roc Demon King's Mansion. The world is vast—surely I can find a bowl of rice somewhere."
Niu Ganghuo glanced at Master Mo beside him and sneered. "I'll say it again: words alone mean nothing. If you want to prove your loyalty, put it in writing. Otherwise, I can't trust you. Don't give me that grand speech, either. It might fool other people, but not me. If you were willing to leave the Golden Roc Demon King's Mansion and give up your post as an advisor at Donghua Hall, you would've left yesterday. Why bother getting on my ship?"
Xu Yi's face flushed bright red, as if Niu Ganghuo had seen right through him. He shifted uneasily, then said loudly, "You want written proof? I'll give it to you. But you have to promise never to show it to White Wolf. I need you to swear—swear on